stokingly hilariously awesome guitar

clouds....

now i can start over again.

building it up is the only really good part.

well, tearing it down is nice too,
but this time,
just this time...

i didn't have the heart.

somehow it seemed better
to let it

just

sit

and

rot.

THHWOCK!

are the moments more or less when you put your dick on a chopping block?

dickless me will never know.

i can only ask the fans of the spectacle,
which seemed more?
which seemed louder?
which boiled the blood,
sent sparks out of the feet,
which closed the ears,
shuddered the knees,
dropped the heart?

me in the middle,
or you over there.

telescoper...

the further out
the quieter the sound
of the far off
long lost
mess of the
world.

spinning below,
10,000 miles
it makes much more sense to me.

the longer without air
the higher i feel
for the inevitable crash back.

just one more moment,
out here,
with the stars around my ears...

then tumbling back to you,
whom i never should have left alone,
but never had enough guts
to step off
and try the weightless.

you don't know what you were missing.